Big Brown Babysitter

Hi Friends! If you are lookin' to find me in the office today, you will be sadly disappointed. You see, this past weekend was not all fun and games for this dawg - I had to werk a second job and now I'm gonna hafta take today off. I helped out my Uncle John by dawg-sittin' his boy Cooper. He's just a young'n - less than a year old. Bein' the five and a half year old that I am, his Dad figgered I am responsible and he'd feel Ok goin' outta town with me in charge. And he was right, but I worked my paws to the bone makin' sure Cooper was safe, and also did my best to keep him entertained so he was not prone to missin' his Dad too much.


The first night was ruff, he could not get hisself settled and whined and pranced all night long. I got little to no sleep with takin' him out to pee (most trips were futile) and hearin' him cry hisself to the little sleep that he got. I knew that I was goin' hafta tire the kid out the next day if'n I was to get any sleep at all the next night.

As you can see, the next day I was so exhausted that I fell asleep

right in the middle of gnawin' on my Whacky Bone.

Sumpthin' was gonna hafta change if'n I was

to get any sleep at all the next night.

First, I took him for a long walk, you can go here to see us as we head towards my woods. I had him attached to the ol' ball & chain, but then I decided that Cooper could go much faster without bein' attached to her.

When we got back to my house, he was hot and tired and thought he was goin' to rest a bit.....

.....but not with Big Brown in charge. It was time for some tennis.

Kids these days! I had to force him outta his comfort zone.

For awhile, I let him think he was winnin'.....

.....but I took it all. Game, set and match. Heh, heh, heh.

After the tennis match, we went inside for some wrestlin' and

joggin' on the indoor track. Click here if'n you wanna see a minute of the action.

I worked hard at gettin' this kid's energy drained outta him and didn't think he had much left. Then his Dad showed up to take him home. I never seen a dawg get so downright giddy to see his PU.

Mebbee I was a little too hard on him?

Well, before you start feelin' too sorry for him, think about what it did to me. Like I said before, I got nuthin' left to give on this Monday.

I hope that you managed to squeeze in some R&R time over the weekend and 

now you got what it takes to wrestle with the upcomin' work week.

Chester ;0=)

My Cousin is a Mini Cooper

One evenin' about a month or so ago, my favoritest uncle sent dad a text message with a picture attachment sayin' he had gotten a Mini Cooper. I instantly picked up on the excitement in my PUs voices and I tried to catch a glimpse but could not see what had their furs ruffled. All's I know, the dishes flew into the dishwasher and I was told to get on my bed. My usual token for havin' to stay home is a biscuit and one was hastily tossed into my waitin' mouth as they sped out the door. Seems to me, I coulda rode along but I had already worked my evenin' job of makin' sure no critters were frolickin' about in my woods, so I was OK with takin' a small rest.

As I caught a few Zzzzz's, my dreams were filled with takin' my Uncle's new wheels for a spin.

The PUs returned home an hour or so later, and instantly my nose picked up on a strange scent - one that I did not normally associate with my Uncle John. I sucked every molecule of scent outta their clothes but still I could not figger out why they smelled of canine cologne.

That shoulda been my first clue that I had been knocked outta the top dawg position in my Uncle's eyes. That position had been stolen by another.

Meet my new cousin, Cooper ~ the Mini Australian Shepherd.

Just look at him there in all his puppeh cuteness. Disgustin' to say the least. I really don't see what caught my Uncle's attention.

I tried to be nice - really I did. I even tried to play but when my Big Brown paw just happened to swat him across his puppeh noggin, my leash and collar came out and all of a sudden, I was a prisoner in my own home. I watched from afar as MY toys came out of MY basket.

But then.....excitement began to rise up inside of me

as I watched him gasp for air when Mom's foot came within his snooter range.

Sigh.....

.....he must still be full of puppeh antibodies that make him immune to such nasal atrocities.

Even though Uncle John now calls me the "crazy dawg", it looks like it's gonna be up to me to show this kid the ropes. That may be one decision he may live to regret.

Well, mebbee some of you have an extra day off but for many, another work week now stares us in the face. Either way, I hope the weekend has made you well-rested so that you are also immune to any atrocities that you might find facin' you.

Chester ;0=)